Set in Georgia on the eve of court-ordered integration, Clock Without Hands contains McCullers’s most poignant statement on race, class, and justice. A small-town druggist dying of leukemia calls himself and his community to account in this tale of change and changelessness, of death and the death-in-life that is hate. It is a tale, as McCullers herself wrote, of response and responsibility–of man toward his own livingness.